Ultimatum
Above, below to left or right.
There is no where that I can hide,
my muse finds me and makes me write.
My wants must go unsatisfied
She interrupts my sleep and meals
insists that I take up my pen.
She has no idea how it feels
to be forced to write again.
She wakes from my peaceful dreams
and asks me why I’m wasting time.
She has a whole new list of themes
for me to translate into rhyme.
I think she has insomnia
Or else prefers to work at night.
She’ll really have to learn I fear
I am entitled not to write.
I need to sleep, I need to eat
I need some time to call my own.
But she refuses to retreat
She thinks she occupies a throne.
And her commands I must obey
immediately without protest.
Ignoring every word I say
convinced that only she knows best.
I dig my toes in and refuse
sometimes a man must make a stand.
I only have a muse to lose
At last she seems to understand.
That I’m not at her beck and call
I have other things I must do.
Her attitude won’t do at all’
It’s something that she must review.
I only write when I want to,
not when muse decides I should.
Renewal of her contracts due
That fact alone should give her food
for thought. I may decide not to renew.
If she wants to retain her place
She will do as I tell her to
accept my bidding with good grace.
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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